The Beginning of Tragedy

Strong gusts of wind lashed against Ling's pale, beautiful face, making her slightly clear-headed again. Looking towards the sunrise over the ocean, the scene was beautiful but also incredibly lonely. Involuntarily, her tears suddenly fell in large drops, soaking her entire face, as memories rushed back.

Yesterday, he had kissed Xiang Wei.

"Hmph... I won't give up."

But very quickly, Ling regained her composure. Her small hand wiped away her tears, a smile bloomed on her lips, and she walked quickly away. She absolutely had to make him change; he could only belong to her.

Ling ran home, quickly transforming her pale face into a radiant, beautiful one. She put on a light purple spaghetti-strap dress and left the house, her destination none other than Queen Music Academy.

Ling stepped out of the car, inevitably met with scornful glances from the students. They probably thought Ling wouldn't dare show her face at school anymore. Last night, she had ruined the school dance, trying to flirt with Huang Hai Lang only to be given a cold shoulder by him, yet today she still showed up at school.

But Ling, on the contrary, paid no attention. Her steps remained steady as she walked towards the student council president's room, where Huang Hai Lang usually was.

"Brother Lang....."

Her sweet voice rang out. A beautiful smile still graced her face, but it quickly faded when she saw him and Xiang Wei embracing each other, their faces radiant with smiles. But it wasn't just Ling; he, too, couldn't help but turn cold when he saw her appear behind the door. Xiang Wei also quickly released him, her face flushed, looking down, not daring to meet Ling's gaze.

"What the hell are you two doing?"

Ling asked coldly, her beautiful dark eyes piercing Xiang Wei with hatred. It was her again. What was so good about her that he loved her? She was just a poor, foolish woman.

"That's what I should be asking you. What the hell are you doing here?"

He said coldly, his face full of contempt as he looked at Ling. Was she a leech or something? Haunting him relentlessly.

His hand quickly embraced Xiang Wei, provoking Ling despite Wei's resistance.

"Brother, don't be so excessive. What do I lack compared to her? Is she as beautiful as me, as rich as me? She's just a poor, foolish woman...."

*Slap*

Ling shouted angrily, but before she could finish, the imprint of five fingers was already deeply etched on her face. She looked at him in astonishment. He hit her?

"I forbid you to insult Xiang Wei. What do you have to compare yourself to her? A woman who only knows how to cling to men all day long like you, Huang Hai Lang doesn't need...."

He said coldly, his voice like a knife stabbing into her heart, making it ache, her dark eyes adding another layer of desolation.

"But I am...."

"Don't say another word. I will resolve that matter. I don't want any relationship with you, so don't bother my family, or don't blame me for being cruel."

He said coldly, his hand gripping Xiang Wei's tightly, pulling her away and leaving Ling alone there. Her legs involuntarily collapsed to the ground, and tears uncontrollably fell.

Why wouldn't he let her speak? Why did he want to erase all ties with her? He, too, hated her?

Ling didn't know how long she sat there until her phone rang, making her finally stand up.

"Ling, can you come to Aunt's house tonight?"

A woman's voice, very magnetic and gentle, rang out. She was Aunt Jin Xiu – his mother. She loved Ling very much, and it was thanks to her that Ling could feel a little joy.

"I'll come, Aunt. I miss you very much."

Ling said with a smile. Indeed, she was very happy to have Aunt Jin Xiu by her side. Aunt was so kind. If he were half as good as Aunt, that would be wonderful, wouldn't it?

"You naughty girl, if you miss Aunt, why don't you visit her? Making this old woman have to call you."

Aunt Jin Xiu said playfully, her sweet voice making Ling want to act spoiled with her.

"I'm sorry, I'll come tonight. Goodbye, Aunt."

Ling smiled politely, then hung up, the smile on her lips gradually fading.

Ling then quickly returned to class F7, the piano class.

But throughout the lesson, she was distracted, watching him and Xiang Wei being intimate, their laughter and chatter making her heart ache again.

Today, he hit her.